This weekend we remembered the sacrifice made by the women and men who served in Canada’s military. Growing up, this day was an important one for my family. I remember every year from the age of 6 onward attending two services on November 11; laying wreaths in memory of my grandfather and father who served in the First World War and Second World War respectively.
As a child I loved to hear the stories about my father and his service. My dad enlisted at age 16 and when he arrived at basic training he was sent home for being underage. At 18 he was back and spent his career serving his country. At his funeral we were surrounded by all things military. As a six year old I was in awe of the ceremony and how he was honored for his service. I cherish the buttons from his dress uniform; mementos that are important reminders of his call to serve his country.
Since moving from rural PEI to Alberta I have always paused at 11 a.m. to remember the service of my family but also of all those who served and continue to serve. Last year I was privileged to once again lay a wreath in memory of my father in my hometown.
I am a proud daughter and a proud Canadian…Lest We Forget.
As always I welcome your comments.
– Jennifer
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